Remnants of a Dream Long Ago . . .

Penned by D.C. Mitchell

. . . . . Standing on a cliff alone, the ocean breeze blowing freely through my hair, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach below were comforting in its rhythmic song. The breeze is slightly chilly as I stand watching the sunset, pulling my arms tighter around myself. Then from nowhere there is a warm breeze enveloping me. I let my hands slid to my sides, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. It feels as if warm kisses are being planted on my face, my neck, and my lips. I can almost feel warm arms circling around my waist. Do I dare open my eyes to see who or what it is that has me weak in the knees?
 

I know not how long I stood there like this not wanting the feeling to end. Then just as silently as it came, it departed. The breeze that kissed my face now was slightly cooler. My eyes fluttered open to see what or who it could have been only to find I was still standing there, alone. I looked behind me and found nothing but the blades of grass swaying in the evening breeze, no signs anyone had been there with me. I turn back to watch the sun bow to the moon as it begins it reign over the star lit sky, a single tear sliding down my cheek. I close my eyes to keep others from falling as I sit down in the grass. Nothing said but the song of the waves below. 
 

The moonlight glistening off them now as they reach for the shore but are pulled back leaving only their white foam and wetness as a sign they were there. I sit there listening, each wave different from the next, each crash singing a different note. I wipe the lone tear from my cheek, such a beautiful night and I am sitting there alone. I hug my knees to me resting my head on them wishing, wanting, waiting for the warm breeze to warp its arms around me again. Then I feel it softly at first but it is as if warm fingers caressing my face, moving the wisps of hair away. I pulled my head up and it felt like a second hand had moved to caress my cheek, something warm on my lips. The warm feeling that enveloped me just a few moments ago was back. 
  

I closed my eyes sitting there bathed in the pure white moonlight, allowing it to consume me once again. I wasn't afraid as I felt it wash over me but this time touching more places than it did before. My senses heighten as if it seems to push me to my back. I lay there, eyes still closed and it was as if I heard my name being whispered in the crash of the waves, in the blades of the grass that swayed close to my ears, in the midst of the warm sensation that warped itself around me. I relaxed in the comfort it gave me, embracing it not waiting it to leave. 
  

To the naked eye it would appear as if I was asleep but what was going on around me I was very much awake, everything tingling in my body from the outside to deep inside to my core. Wanting to feel more I reached up to pull whatever it was closer to me and realized that it had taken a form. My heart quickened my breathing more shallow as I felt flesh touch flesh, my fingers sliding up to circle around its neck. I could feel warm strong hands moving freely about my body, touching caressing. Hot lips find mine in a burning passionate kiss, tongues dancing lustfully tasting, teasing, searching. Warm body resting on mine knowing I am not the only whose senses are going wild. Arms pulling us closer as if we pulled hard enough we would be fused into on being. I broke away from its lips, my chest raising and falling trying to catch my breath. 

Do I dare open my eyes? Slowly they flutter open and although I can feel him, yes I now know it is he who I secretly wished for, so close to me yet his face still remains hidden. . . . .

Penned on Tuesday, 5 February 2013